"Crime Club?" Cass asked, glancing between us. "What's that?"

"He's kidding," I said, scowling at Travis. "We don't do crimes. We solve them."

"If that's the case, then the name Crime Club still works." Travis stopped in front of us, the picture of casual with his hands in his jeans pockets and his permanent smile. "We walk that very fine line between crime and...not quite a crime, I suppose."

"We've never actually broken into anyplace," I rushed to explain to Cass. ...